Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Little Children Composer(s): J. Leslie McFarland - Mort Shuman Billy J. Kramer & The Dakotas
Little children, you better not tell on me I'm tellin' you Little children, you better not tell what you see And if you're good I'll give you candy and a quarter If you're quiet like you oughta be And keep a secret with me
I wish they would go away Little children, now why aren't you playin' outside I'm askin' you You can't fool me, 'cause I'm gonna know if you hide And try to peek I'm gonna treat you to a movie Stop your gigglin', children do be nice Like little sugars and spice
You saw me kissin' your sister You saw me holdin' her hand But if you snitch to your mother Your father won't understand
I wish they would take a nap Little children, now why don't you go bye-bye Go anywhere at all Little children, I know you would if you tried Go up the stairs Me and your sister, we're goin' steady How can I kiss her when I'm ready to With little children like you around I wonder what can I do around Little children like you
Main Street Composer(s): Bob Seger Performer(s): Bob Seger & the Silver Bullet Band and various other artists
I remember standing on the corner at midnight Trying to get my courage up There was this long lovely dancer in a little club downtown I loved to watch her do her stuff Through the long lonely nights she filled my sleep Her body softly swaying to that smoky beat Down on Mainstreet
In the pool halls, the hustlers and the losers I used to watch 'em through the glass Well I'd stand outside at closing time Just to watch her walk on past Unlike all the other ladies, she looked so young and sweet As she made her way alone down that empty street Down on Mainstreet
And sometimes even now, when I'm feeling lonely and beat I drift back in time and I find my feet Down on Mainstreet Down on Mainstreet
Little Child Runnin' Wild Composer(s): Curtis Mayfield Performer(s): Curtis Mayfield; MC Breed
Little child Runnin' wild Watch a while You see he never smiles
Broken home Father gone Mama tired So he's all alone
Kind of sad Kind of mad Ghetto child Thinkin' he's been had
In the back of his mind he's sayin'
Didn't have to be here You didn't have to love for me While I was just a nothin' child Why couldn't they just let me be Let me be, let me be, let me be
One room shack On the alley-back Control, I'm told From across the track
Where is the mayor Who'll make all things fair He lives outside Our polluted air
And I didn't have to be here You didn't have to love for me While I was just a nothin' child Why couldn't they just let me be Let me be, let me be, let me be
I got a jones Runnin' through ma' bones I'm sorry son All your money's gone
Painful rip In my upper hip I guess it's time To take another trip
Don't care what nobody say I got to take the pain away It's getting worser day by day And all my life has been this way Can't reason with the pusherman Finance is all that he understands 'You junkie, mama cries, you know' Would rip her, but I love her so Love her so, now ...
Le Grillon Composer(s): Jean Ferrat Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Quand l'hiver a pris sa besace Que tout s'endort et tout se glace Dans mon jardin abandonné Quand les jours soudain rapetissent Que les fantômes envahissent La solitude des allées Quand la burle secoue les portes En balayant les feuilles mortes Aux quatre coins de la vallée
Un grillon un grillon Un grillon dans ma cheminée Un grillon un grillon Un grillon se met à chanter
Il n'a pourtant dans son assiette Pas la plus petite herbe verte La plus fragile graminée À se mettre sous la luette Quand le vent souffle la tempête Et qu'il est l'heure de dîner Que peut-il bien manger ou boire À quoi peut-il rêver ou croire Quel espoir encore l'habiter
Un grillon un grillon Un grillon dans ma cheminée Un grillon un grillon Un grillon se met à chanter
Son cri n'a d'autre raison d'être Que son refus de disparaître De cet univers désolé Pour le meilleur et pour le pire Il chante comme je respire Pour ne pas être asphyxié Sait-il au fond de sa mémoire Que c'est du coeur de la nuit noire Qu'on peut voir l'aube se lever
Un grillon un grillon Un grillon dans ma cheminée Un grillon un grillon Un grillon se met à chanter
Main Dans La Main Composer(s): Léonie; Christophe Performer(s): Christophe
Je t'aime et je t'aimerai toujours Mon presque premier amour Ma tendresse, mon bonheur, ma douleur Je t'enferme au fond de mon cur
Nous serons tous deux comme des amoureux Nous serons si bien main dans la main Nous serons tous deux comme des amoureux Nous serons si bien main dans la main
Quand, où et comment le dire Ce grand amour qui nous déchire Je t'aime et je t'aimerai toujours De l'aube à la fin du jour
Nous serons tous deux comme des amoureux Nous serons si bien main dans la main Nous serons tous deux comme des amoureux Nous serons si bien main dans la main
Little Brown Gal (Adapted from: It's Just A Little Brown Gal In A Little Grass Skirt In A Little Grass Shack In Hawaii) Composer(s): Don McDiarmid - Lee Wood - Johnny Noble Performer(s): Ray Noble & His Orch. and multiple other artists
It's not the islands fair that are calling to me It's not the balmy air nor the tropical sea It's a little brown gal in a little grass skirt In a little grass shack in Hawaii
It isn't Waikiki or Kamehameha's pali Not the beach boys free with their hoomalimali It's a little brown gal in a little grass skirt In a little grass shack in Hawaii
Through that island wonderland She's broken all the kanes' hearts It's not hard to understand For that wahine is a gal of parts
I'll be leaving soon but the thrill I enjoy Is not the island moon nor the fish and the poi It's just a little brown gal in a little grass skirt In a little grass shack in Hawaii
Little Boy, How Old Are You? Composer(s): Leadbelly Performer(s): Leadbelly
Little boy, how old are you? Little boy, how old are you? Little boy, how old are you?
I'm only three years old Who told you so? My mama told me says
Little boy, how old are you? Little boy, how old are you? Little boy, how old are you?
What your mama say? My mama tell me, too
Little boy, how old are you? Little boy, how old are you? Little boy, how old are you?
How'd you know it, keep up with it so long? `Cause I never did forget it my age was I'm only three years old, my mama told me Only three years old, my papa told me Only three years old
Little Boy Sad Composer(s): Wayne Walker First release by: Johnny Burnette - 1961 Covered by multiple other artists
You've been lying, been untrue Now they call me little boy blue Someday baby, you're gonna find Nobody in the world's gonna give you loving as sweet as mine
You've been cheating, doing me bad Now they call me little boy sad Someday baby, you're gonna see Nobody in the world's gonna give you loving as sweet as me
Little boy blue, that's my name (that's my name) Little boy sad, you're to blame (you're to blame)
You've sneaking, doing me dirt Now they call me little boy hurt Someday baby, you're gonna find Nobody in the world's gonna give you loving as sweet as mine
Little boy blue, that's my name (that's my name) Little boy sad, you're to blame (you're to blame)
You've sneaking, doing me dirt Now they call me little boy hurt Someday baby, you're gonna find Nobody in the world's gonna give you loving as sweet as mine Nobody in the world's gonna give you loving as sweet as mine Nobody in the world's gonna give you loving as sweet as mine ...
Maids When You're Young (Traditional) Performer(s): Tom Donovan
An old man came courting me, hey ding a doorum dah An old man came courting me, me being young An old man came courting me, all for his wife to be Maids when you're young never wed an old man
Chorus:
For he's got no faloo doo rum, fal diddle oo doo rum He's got no faloo doo rum, fal diddle day He's got no faloo doo rum, lost his ding doo reeum Maids when you're young never wed an old man When this old man comes to bed, hey ding a doorum dah When this old man comes to bed, me being young When this old man comes to bed, he lays like a lump of lead Maids when you're young never wed an old man
Chorus
When this old man goes to sleep, hey ding a doorum dah When this old man goes to sleep, me being young When this old man goes to sleep, out of bed I do creep Into the arms of a handsome young man
Chorus
I wish this old man would die, hey ding a doorum dah I wish this old man would die, me being young I wish this old man would die, I'd make the money fly Girls for your sakes never wed an old man
Chorus
A young man is my delight, hey ding a doorum dah A young man is my delight, me being young A young man is my delight, he'll kiss you day and night Maids when you're young never wed an old man
Little Boy Fishing Off A Wooden Pier Composer(s): Shirley Abicair - Bill Lovelock Performer(s): Shirley Abicair
Little boy fishing off a wooden pier Come fish, bite fish, swim along here Little boy wonder why the fish don't float Little boy wanna buy a fishing boat
Little boy fishing off a wooden pier Come fish, bite fish, swim along here Little boy got to buy boat some way Then he go fishing all the live long day
Dog fish, cat fish, any this or that fish Please swim by my line Can't catch shell fish, but I want to sell fish Got to make some money for that boat of mine
Little boy dreaming with a secret smile Some day sail away cannibal isle Little boy wonder when his boat will come Little boy slumber now the day is done
Dreaming is nothing if it ain't worth while Keep on dreaming little man-child Many a general would eat his hat To give away talking and to do just that
Little boy richer than a millionaire All he got is trouble and care Soon enough little boy'll grow big man Then he go fishingg for the frying pan
Dog fish, cat fish, any this or that fish Please swim by my line Can't catch shell fish, but I want to sell fish Got to make some money for that boat of mine
Little boy fishing off a wooden pier Come fish, bite fish, swim along here Little boy sleepy and he sail away In his dreamboat down to Blanket Bay
Maid Of Bond Street Composer(s): David Bowie Performer(s): David Bowie
This girl is made of lipstick Powder and paint Sees the pictures of herself Every magazine on every shelf
This girl is maid of Bond Street Hailing cabs, lunches with executives Gleaming teeth sip aperitifs
This girl is a lonely girl Takes the train from Paddington to Oxford Circus Buys the Daily News But passengers don't smile at her, don't smile at her
This girl is made of loneliness A broken heart For the boy that she once knew Doesn't want to know her any more
And this girl is a lonely girl Every thing she wants is hers But she can't make it with the boy she really wants to be with All the time, to love, all the time
This boy is made of envy Jealousy He doesn't have a limousine Really wants to be a star himself
This girl, her world is made of flashlights and films Her cares are scraps on the cutting room floor
And maids of Bond Street drive round in chauffered cars Maids of Bond Street picture clothes, eyes of stars Maids of Bond Street shouldn't have worldly cares Maids of Bond Street shouldn't have love affairs
Little Boy Blue Composer(s): Eugene Field - Ethelbert Woodbridge Nevin Performer(s): John McCormack and multiple other artists
The little toy dog is covered with dust But sturdy and stanch he stands And the little toy soldier is red with rust And his musket moulds in his hands
Time was when the little toy dog was new And the soldier was passing fair And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there
"Now, don't you go till I come," he said "And don't you make any noise!" So, toddling off to his trundle-bed He dreamt of the pretty toys
And, as he was dreaming, an angel song Awakened our Little Boy Blue Oh! the years are many, the years are long But the little toy friends are true
Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand Each in the same old place Awaiting the touch of a little hand The smile of a little face
And they wonder, as waiting the long years through In the dust of that little chair What has become of our Little Boy Blue Since he kissed them and put them there
Tiens, 12 ans déjà Qu'on est ensemble, presque mariés Et le petit Pierre, le beau cadeau Le temps va vite, voyage Et Mai 68, c'est une chanson d'un autre âge
Tiens, 12 ans déjà On était fou, on se foutait Du monde entier, des gens mariés D'la république trop tiède Et Mai 68, pour moi c'est "Je t'aime" Simplement un seul mot "Je t'aime"
Tiens, tu t'en souviens La rue du Bac, une barricade Et je t'emmène chez moi Pendant qu'on s'aimait Des gens criaient, couraient Une jolie Rolls brûlait A la radio cette musique-là passait
Tiens, 12 ans déjà Qu'on est ensemble, presque mariés Le petit Pierre est contestataire Le temps va vite, voyage Et Mai 68, c'est une chanson d'un autre âge
Tiens, 12 ans déjà Pour fêter ça, je t'emmène dîner C'est rue du Bac, un p'tit resto "A la barricade", ballade Et de ce temps-là pour toi et pour moi Restera un seul mot "Je t'aime"
Little Boy Composer(s): Mike Settle Performer(s): The Kingston Trio
When I was a little boy, my mother said to me "Watch the new born roses grow It's a pretty sight to see You, my son, shall blossom as the flower below I will be your raindrops You will be my rose
Listen while I tell you of the beauty in the sky There's a home for angels on the clouds so high I must be an angel In heaven I shall stay If you ever need me, I'll hear each word you say"
Now her raindrops fall no more Who will take her place? Will I live to blossom full or wither into space? Many times I wonder on the clouds above Is it my dear mother who showers me with love?
Magnolias For Ever Composer(s): Jean-Pierre Bourtayre; Claude François; Étienne Roda-Gil Performer(s): Claude François
Your girl is crying in the night Is she wrong or is she right Je ne peux plus rien y faire Your girl is shining in the night Burning burning burning bright Je ne sais plus comment faire
Dites-lui que je suis comme elle Que j'aime toujours les chansons Qui parl'nt d'amour et d'hirondelles De chagrin, de vent, de frissons Dites-lui que je pense à elle Quand on me parle de magnolias Quand j'entends ces musiqu's nouvelles Qui résonn'nt comm' des bruits de combats Your girl is crying in the night Is she wrong, is she right Je ne sais plus comment faire Elle est si forte qu'elle se brise Elle était fière elle est soumise Comme un amour qui lâche prise Qui casse et ne plie pas Tu lui ressembles Quand elle tremble Et dans ta voix J'entends parfois Un peu sa voix Elle te ressemble Quand elle tremble Quand elle pleure Là dans le cur Des arbres en fleurs
Dites-lui que j'ai peur pour elle Dans les sous-sols quand il fait noir Quand j'entends ces musiques nouvelles Où s'en vient crier le désespoir Dites-lui que je pense à elle Dans un grand champ de magnolias Et que si tout's les fleurs sont belles Je me brûl' souvent souvent les doigts Des magnolias par centaines Des magnolias comme autrefois Je ne sais plus comment faire Les magnolias sont toujours là Elle ressemble à toutes les filles Quand elles aiment comme ça Qu'elles soient méchantes ou timides Pauvres violettes ou magnolias Elle aime les grands ciels humides Et les déserts où il fait froid Parfois elle pleure quand j'arrive Et elle rit quand elle s'en va Si tu t'en vas dans la tempête Si tu t'en vas tu la verras Dites-lui que je suis comme elle Que j'aime toujours les chansons Qui parl'nt d'amour et d'hirondelles...
Little Boxes ((Danish Version: Pæne Æsker (by Per Dich) - 1966)) Composer(s): Malvina Reynolds First release by: Pete Seeger - 1963 Covered by multiple other artists
Little boxes on the hill side, little boxes made of ticky tacky Little boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one And they're all made out of ticky tacky, and they all look just the same
And the people in the houses all went to the university Where they were put in boxes, little boxes, all the same And there's doctors and there's lawyers, and there's business executives And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same
And they all play on the golf course and drink their martini dry And they all have pretty children and the children go to school And the children go to summer camp and then to the university Where they all get put in boxes and they all come out the same
And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family In boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same
Magnolia Composer(s): J.J. Cale Originally performed by: J.J. Cale Covered by various other artists
Whippoorwill's singing Soft summer breeze Makes me think of my baby I left down in New Orleans I left down in New Orleans Magnolia, you sweet thing You're driving me mad Got to get back to you, babe You're the best I ever had You're the best I ever had You whisper "Good morning" So gently in my ear I'm coming home to you, babe I'll soon be there I'll soon be there
Little Bo Peep Has Lost Her Jeep Composer(s): Frank De Vol - Jerry Browne Performer(s): Spike Jones
Private Jackson had a girl He fondly called Bo Peep Now Jackson didn't have a car So drove by in a jeep
They took a ride, the time flew by And Bo Peep was in Heaven 'Til Jackson cried, "Bo Peep, This jeep's gotta be in camp by eleven"
So little Bo Peep has lost her jeep And don't know where to find it Her soldier boy took it back to camp And left Bo Peep behind it
It didn't have doors, the seats were hard But Bo Peep never minded It didn't ride like a Cadillac She wondered who designed it
Roller coasters nearly killed her Aeroplanes they never thrilled her But with Jackson at the wheel She got that jeep, jeep, jeep appeal
Now little Bo Peep wants to find her jeep And find her soldier chappy If he comes chug-chuggy in his old Blitz buggy Bo Peep will be happy
Now little Bo Peep has lost her jeep Her boyfriend made an error He let her drive, goodness sakes alive That Bo Peep, she's a terror
The throttle pushed down, she tore through town The red lights didn't stop her The soldier knew that they both were through When she side swiped a copper
Now little Bo Peep has lost her jeep Oh my, why must her joy end? Now her little jeep is layin' in a heap And the guardhouse has her boyfriend
